What a feeling

What a feeling (Part 2)

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It was 3am now. Louis was staring up at the steel panelling that held the bunk above him. His eyes burned from the sleepless hours that had gone by. The moaning & crying, the creaking sound of Liam climbing up & down from his bed each time Niall was sick.. The hushed whispers and the quiet retching that took place just across from him..
God knew he loved Niall.. But fuck! Louis needed sleep so badly.. and he wasn't going to get it with all the racket that was going on around him.

To say Daddy Direction was on high alert would be a huge understatement. Over and over again, Liam was quickly attentive.. never missing a beat, never letting Niall wait longer than just a few seconds before he had him in his arms. As soon as a peep left Nialls mouth, Liam was down from the top bunk, by his side, cradling the boys head towards the bucket that must've been filled and emptied at least 5 times since dinner.

Louis was honestly about to say something, but a stroke of luck had his back as he heard Zayns own wrecked voice float down from above him.

"Liam! Just take him out the front! Please!"

Okay.. that was harsh. Hmm.. Louis was definitely glad he'd gotten out of that one.
They were met with nothing but a cold, hard silence. Louis knew, even through the dark, that Liam was sending Zayn a dirty scowl.

"He's so sick Zayn!"
Liam hissed under his breath, glaring up into the blackness that was Zayns bunk.

No one said anything after that.. Maybe a touch of guilt had settled in their stomachs as they listened to Niall panting heavily, still braced in position as Liam whispered out a constant stream of endearments.

It was only another five or so minutes before they heard Liam shifting, searching for things in the small dark space. Niall had fallen fairly silent, beside the occasional whimper or whine, and Liam hushed him at that.

After another moment, a distant glow of a light flickered on in the front room. Louis felt his guilt build just a little more when he realised that Liam was in fact setting up the lounge to move Niall to.
He felt bad.. He felt so bad! The poor thing - just as Liam had said - was very sick! They should've been more understanding, more helpful maybe?
But as he heard Liam gathering Niall up into a bundle and tiptoeing from the room, silence and peace drew him close, and Louis couldn't fight the losing battle any longer. He gave in, closed his eyes and slept.

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7am came far too soon for all of them.
If the boys said they were tired.. Well Niall was dead! The poor lad had been up all night! After Liam had moved them both out the front, he was still sick every hour, chucking up nothing but streams of clear fluid. Liam told him it was just bile.. That his tummy was empty now.. And Niall didn't understand why it still hurt the same.

He closed his eyes tighter against the dull morning light that trickled through the bus windows. They had come to a stop about an hour ago - pulled up at the venue they were due to perform at that night. Niall flinched at the very idea of himself upon the stage.. Surely they wouldn't make him.. Surely not!
He turned his aching head to press it further into the pillow - desperately trying to block out the source of noice that was now flooding his ears.

"Niall honey.. The boys are hopping up now.. I've gotta pack up this bed and take you back to your bunk okay?"

It was Liam who was still there, stretched out beside him on the fold out couch-bed. Niall felt slightly disoriented when he realised that he must've been moved during the night.. How did he not remember that?